It takes time to see who stands in the mirror.
My ex-lover knows this heart is cold.

My next lover will know my heart is cold.
A voice mutters, “It’s not my fault.”

Their voices mutter, “It’s all her fault.”
No sword, they put up walls for shields.

Pride and pity as my sword and shield,
I go on assured my heart is safe.

It’s cold, sure, but my heart stays safe
with the one who stands in the mirror.